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It’s Martin Luther King Jr. Day! I am thankful for him and the many other brave men and women who paved the way for a family like mine.
“I have a dream that my four little children will one day live in a nation where they will not be judged by the color of their skin but by the content of their character.
I have a dream that one day. . . little black boys and black girls will be able to join hands with little white boys and white girls as sisters and brothers.” -MLK
I didn’t realize when I told Brian what I most wanted for my birthday was for him to stay home from work and wait on me hand and foot that I was wishing the flu on myself. Not the best way to spend a birthday. . . but not the worst either.
No one is more mischievous than the one person in the house without a fever.
I put Danny in time-out. He is now screaming, “I forgive you!” I’m not sure if I should find that endearing or irritating.
How to find your coffee:
1) Pour yourself a new cup of coffee.
2) Look around you.
3) Now the previously lost cup of coffee will be immediately visible.
Works every time.
Child pulls something out of his nose. You tell him that’s disgusting and that you don’t want to see it again. So he attempts to put it in your nose.
Why do I bother?
Brian: Did you see they got paint on the wall?
Me: Yeah, but it’s just watercolor. It’ll come right off.
Josh: THESE are WATERCOLORS?! (whispering) I need a beret.
Thank you, Kindergarten art class.
Having four little kids and a beloved white pet means this is not the first time I’ve washed chili handprints off the dog.